Fighting the urge....
To eat.
My roommate tends to cook late at night. And when I say cook, I'm not talking about ramen or something you put together in under a minute for a midnight snack. I'm talking about full out chinese cooking with oil in a pan and veggies and meat sizzling inside. And the smell of stir fried meat always wafts into my room, even with the door closed. It makes me wonder why I had to have dinner 4 hours ago during more common dinner hours. Four hours is enough time for my stomach to feel empty when the smell of cooking reminiscent of home magically appears. And it's quite difficult to fall asleep when your stomach is crying out: I want some that!
My roommate tends to cook late at night. And when I say cook, I'm not talking about ramen or something you put together in under a minute for a midnight snack. I'm talking about full out chinese cooking with oil in a pan and veggies and meat sizzling inside. And the smell of stir fried meat always wafts into my room, even with the door closed. It makes me wonder why I had to have dinner 4 hours ago during more common dinner hours. Four hours is enough time for my stomach to feel empty when the smell of cooking reminiscent of home magically appears. And it's quite difficult to fall asleep when your stomach is crying out: I want some that!